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Crooked Timber
The crooked timber of humanity
from which nothing straight can ever be built
I take it back, I recant, I take back everything
leave behind this world of arrogance and guilt

Those were the days you wanted to be an artist
when you still thought the world was interested in your thoughts
there’s nothing left, there’s nothing you still care about
what is this crooked hook on which your caught

The crooked timber of humanity
from which nothing straight can ever be built
I take it back, I recant, I take back everything
leave behind this world of arrogance and guilt

You’re floating now, you’re floating over everything
you’re gloating how you’ve given up the chase
you’ll watch the world retract into utter nothingness
and the next in line will kindly take your place

In this crooked timber of humanity
from which nothing straight can ever be built
I take it back, I recant, I take back everything
leave behind this world of arrogance and guilt
Guitare et voix: Jacob Wren
Enregistrement studio: Radwan Ghazi Moumneh (hotel2tango)